hey mister menace2society. Your words were like a full sexual assault on me. Rapeing my ears. Listen up, and maybe you'll hear. Your girls screaming my name with love not fear. While your online talking shit, she's sucking my dick. You act so tough pretending like you own a gun. My 12 gauge really does make bitches run. But death from afar isn't fun. It's best to be up close and personal. Let me look in your eyes while I put the hurt on yah. The chainsaw is the worst noise of all. Dental records to identify whos on the walls. But back to your whore. She naked waiting on my floor. Too bad I'm bout to kick her ass out my fucking door. Cuz no girl is worth getting cold sores.
you mother fuckers want more i shatter your cerebral core the poor righteous teacher gathering the forces of the ether shooting missiles out my mouth don't doubt the skills the G.o.d gets ill
By the way your gettin on with them rhymes u claim ur ill but to be honest i kill bitchs like u for a thrill poppin pills to stay chilll, so i dont end up with more then one kill, because if i get on a killstreak, its like ur fuckin with some crazy freak, when you fuck with my style u should know what number to dial and thats 911 muthafucka, so bitch turn around n run sucka, so imma sit back a smoka blunt, right after go fuck your mothers cunt, bitch your a duck n im on the hunt, so sit back and watch this stunt ill drive by an shoot ya with a AK47 send your punk ass straight to heavan.
son thats alright cause im heaven sent herbs get bent when i peak like tent on this rappin shit bow out and quit bitch or else your get you dome piece rattled treat you like mass producing cattle mentally you shackled slave to the mental dead thats why you cant manifest off the top of the head can't comprehend the science that the God just said ------------ fresh that more cats or posting in this.
You must not know who this is, my name is jrome damn straight if i smoke a blunt to the dome and come up to your home so chill on your couch and watch how I break out down n get in the zone prepare for your mind to be blown, your rappin bitchin talkin like your a god man shut the fuck up we all know your a fraud, well lets get it straight and it aint no debate, im bout to tell your fate, to much sick shit comin atcha you cant focus n concentrate, jus click to activate, and im straight rappin like a machine, when i spit this shit it sound just a bit mean people like to call me mr. clean the way i clean out with my hits its like you jus got a right hook now listen man look only one of us knows how to spit and it aintchu lakim shabazz, you dont wanna fuck with wings or imma spazzz.
Fucking with Lakim youll end up sleeping with haunted dreams, hes unlike no normal hunam being translating hieroglyphics simultaneously, dropping history like its some un heard mystery, learn your past or you will not last smoking all that grass, am I going to fast ? keep up its the 21th century, or you will be found in the local cemetery
straight faggots, you ain't heaven sent. not intelligent if you dont represent graf be the truest motha fuckin element people all around me be sellin it but i be on some straight felon shit bitches be tellin shit make graf art irrelevent while my wild styles compellin' kids
a highly uneducated fuck come through frontin kid you gettin stuck spittin that same old funk puffin on the same old skunk still ridin with your dead body in the truck now thats what you not call not givin a fuck
Yo man ill tell ya what i dont give a fuck bout imma put ya in my trunk and take the scenic route no use cryin like a bitch no one can hear you shout so a dig a hole bout 12 feet deep and then ill pull my tigger put your punk ass to sleep cause man im straight crazy dont give a fuck to win agianst me youll need jus a bitta luck
now you made me come through to set the scene straight when i get on the mic there aint no debate got your life in the palm of my hand and i choose your fate im sick of you sucka emcee's spittin all this hate dont try n appologize your all to late special delivery to your fams, got your body chopped up ina crate dont worry ill be back at ya funeral date with the verbal uzi still spttin at a tremendous rate
Your grammar is quite terrible, And I'm sure your handwriting is much less legible, Sheesh, reading this thread is almost unbearable, You see my skills are uncomparable, I drip with life, I'll make deserts arable, My rhymes are so good, you can call this verse a parable.
sorry mr. college degree remember in the streets knowledge is free my homework was always to rake in the dough never gave 2 shits bout my education yo you from the diry jerz but aint livin the trife life i stay livin by the tip of the knife black jeans n red tee gotta choose a side to ride for so i stay by the B this the type of shit you dont understand see come kick it witta real g i see all you wanna test my steez but i came here to crush all you sucka emcees
This "*****" thinks he's a real G? Please! You obviously don't know a thing about the Twenties! That's when the real gangsters were mobbin', no fake thug pussies! As a matter of fact, Al Capone hid in NJ, Yeah boy, the same state I rep ALL DAY, I'm just as dirty as you, I wear DGK, So respect me and I'll let you go along with your day.
Look here lado don't fear the master at work Jus do wat I say like Captain Kirt Beam me up scotty u can neva get on my level Your a goodie 2 shoes I get it in like a devil I stay ahead this is your future talkin Beer belly, a bald skully breathe like puke when ur talkin Put you next to capone your dull an he sharp he eatin steak n eggs your a flakey pop tart wit status an class you will never pass for anything less than capon when he pass gas
the God bodied bboy back again to slay the decoys you aint the real McCoy just new jack toy so i come with that depopulation control flow ploy you kids are frauds when you spit your soft shit like some babys you feminine more then ladies better yet more then the homo thugs you see on on the t.v screen the God spits cleaner then a mouth full of Listerine i been mean when it comes to rappin off the t.o.p of my m.i.n.d you kids are just one trick ponies only flexing your written raps i constanly gettin daps off my graff shit i paint clean never drip baby toys like you don't got the grip to hold the mic nor the can right thats why in two years your gonna flip flip drop HIP HOP only way you kids will blow is on the POP tip already got the formula down spitting about glock clips i bet none of you have held one so in major labels eyes you already got the job done.
Im commin back wit your daughters only 18 plus After Im done wit em they speechless nothing left to discuss I plant my seed in this earth everyday I rest Johnny appleseed getting washed up in this contest I can show you how to do this son but your half my size Typing it up on your pc you create your disguise The sun is too bright I get down wit vampires Feeding only at night my victims sing like church choirs
haaahaha you makin it too easy you talkin bout vampires like ya name was patinson wit my rhymes them skulls im crackin son when i put the bullet to the dome the last thing you gonna see is the nickel plated chrome so when the gun go CLICK CLICK BOOM ima watch ya brain spatter and ill eat up ya grey matter, to get smart and to get the bitches that love you ima eat up ya heart lil ***** frontin like he humphrey bogart ima send this shell to ya body like mario kart
cats rapping about gats clappin those corny ass rhymes has got me laughin so i continue stacking wack rappers claiming they got the higher power when i know they softer then a flower i gots freaky flows like a golden shower i devourer phony facades and pull cards on frauds so dont try to act hard this aint the oscars dont front about pulling the chrome piece it'll cost ya like having a your name on a tombstone followed by rest in peace.